Childhood Memories #3
I can honestly say; my life has been shaped by a small plastic star.
When one is a child, the day stretches ahead of you like an infinite event horizon, the week is like eternity, months are terminally far, and years are incomprehensible. The Everest of my primary school week was the awarding of that week's Good Student badge - a small plastic star, pinned to the lapel of our sickly green uniform.
My efforts towards winning that badge every week were Atlasian in their magnitude; the consequences were fatal. Today, I am terminally discontent with underachievement, and I lay all blame on that little yellow piece of plastic.
I must be the only person in the world to curse their lucky star.